The last thing that I promised you, on the morning that you died, was that we would look out for Dad.

One of the last things that

you told me was how you

knew that the grandkids would

help get him through.

God must have known how much

he would need grandkids, because

He brought two more.

We're helping each other through

Mom, but

we all really miss you.

Neither of us are looking forward

to Mother's Day without you.

We're both talking about last

Mother's Day and the fun that

we had.

Tonight, Dad is having the sleep over

that you and he had planned

for the kids after they were adopted. We both wish you were there. We miss

you Mom, but we're getting through. One breath at a time, one moment at a time, one day at a time.

We're getting through, we're healing, we're helping each other.